The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Including His Novels, Poems, Fugitive Pieces, Criticisms, Etc, Volum 3R. Bentley and son, 1875 |
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Side 15
... fear , Whose tones appall'd my shrinking ear ? Whence was the modulated cry , That seem'd to swell , and hasten by ? What sudden blaze illum'd the night ? Ha ! ' twas DESTRUCTION'S meteor - light ! Whence was the whirlwind's eddying ...
... fear , Whose tones appall'd my shrinking ear ? Whence was the modulated cry , That seem'd to swell , and hasten by ? What sudden blaze illum'd the night ? Ha ! ' twas DESTRUCTION'S meteor - light ! Whence was the whirlwind's eddying ...
Side 18
... FEAR , that his form in darkness shrouds , And trembles at the whisp'ring air ; And HOPE , that pictures on the clouds Celestial visions , false , but fair ; All rule by turns : To - day he burns With ev'ry pang of keen distress ; To ...
... FEAR , that his form in darkness shrouds , And trembles at the whisp'ring air ; And HOPE , that pictures on the clouds Celestial visions , false , but fair ; All rule by turns : To - day he burns With ev'ry pang of keen distress ; To ...
Side 20
... fear . Let the winds of the woods arise , the sounding storms descend . Roar streams , and windows flap , and green - winged meteors fly ; rise the pale moon from behind her hills , or enclose her head in clouds ; night is alike to me ...
... fear . Let the winds of the woods arise , the sounding storms descend . Roar streams , and windows flap , and green - winged meteors fly ; rise the pale moon from behind her hills , or enclose her head in clouds ; night is alike to me ...
Side 27
... : The fiercest thunderbolts of heav'n Shall on thy guilty head be driv'n , Thou DISOBEDIENT DAUGHTER ! I feel his fears , I see his tears , I hear his groans of sadness : My cruel falsehood MARIA'S RETURN TO HER NATIVE COTTAGE . 27.
... : The fiercest thunderbolts of heav'n Shall on thy guilty head be driv'n , Thou DISOBEDIENT DAUGHTER ! I feel his fears , I see his tears , I hear his groans of sadness : My cruel falsehood MARIA'S RETURN TO HER NATIVE COTTAGE . 27.
Side 35
... fear glaz'd their eyes , and they paus'd as entranc'd , While the mighty NERIMNHER , in fate - favour'd hour , Thus breath'd the strong spell that extinguish'd their pow'r : " By the hall of VALHALLA , where heroes repose , And drink ...
... fear glaz'd their eyes , and they paus'd as entranc'd , While the mighty NERIMNHER , in fate - favour'd hour , Thus breath'd the strong spell that extinguish'd their pow'r : " By the hall of VALHALLA , where heroes repose , And drink ...
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Side 379 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Side 15 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Side 269 - Twelve Night, or What You Will. Much like the Comedy of Errors, or Menechmi in Plautus; but most like and neere to that in Italian called Inganni.
Side 409 - Between his old feelings towards Harriet, from whom he was not then separated, and his new passion for Mary, he showed in his looks, in his gestures, in his speech, the state of a mind "suffering, like a little kingdom, the nature of an insurrection".
Side 11 - Her teeth were of a pearly whiteness, and her large black eyes sparkled with uncommon fire, tempered by the most attractive sweetness. Her voice was strong and harmonious. Her manly understanding was strengthened and adorned by study. She was not ignorant of the Latin tongue, but possessed in equal perfection the Greek, the Syriac, and the Egyptian languages. She had drawn up for her own use an epitome of oriental history, and familiarly compared the beauties of Homer and Plato under the tuition...
Side 378 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
Side 428 - Come in, Shelley, it's only our friend Tre just arrived.' Swiftly gliding in, blushing like a girl, a tall thin stripling held out both his hands ; and although I could hardly believe as I looked at his flushed, feminine, and artless face that it could be the Poet, I returned his warm pressure. After the ordinary greetings and courtesies he sat down and listened. I was silent from astonishment: was it possible this mild-looking, beardless boy, could be the veritable monster at war with all the world...
Side 401 - Brown's four novels, Schiller's Robbers, and Goethe's Faust were, of all the works with which he was familiar, those which took the deepest root in his mind, and had the strongest influence in the formation of his character.
Side 388 - I went to Shelley's rooms : he was absent ; but before I had collected our books he rushed in. He was terribly agitated. I anxiously inquired what had happened. ' I am expelled,' he said, as soon as he had recovered himself a little.
Side 462 - Among the modern things which have reached me is a volume of poems by Keats : in other respects insignificant enough, but containing the fragment of a poem called Hyperion. I dare say you have not time to read it ; but it is certainly an astonishing piece of writing, and gives me a conception of Keats which I confess I had not before.